Pictured above are a few of the 80s centric items that caught my eye in the most recent Hakes auction. There are some pretty coolFlintstone Kids Pizza Hut premiums that I would proudly pin to my messenger bag (not to mention that I sort of have a fetish for pinback buttons.) There are a handful of rad and kind of rare Infaceables action figures released by Galoob in 1984. I love the idea of action figures built around transforming from human to monster and back again. And last but not least, a seriously awesome Street Hawk lunchbox. I came pretty darn close to winning the original artwork for this lunchbox back around the time I started this site and I’ve always been a little miffed at myself for not bidding just 20 bucks more, ’cause if I had it’d probably be framed and hanging in Branded HQ right now. As it stands I’d love to have the actual lunchbox as a memento of balking at the auction price 7 years ago…

But as I mentioned, I had to take a trip back around the virtual auction house, virtually putting all these cool things back on the virtual shelves. Why you might ask? Well, because as I was browsing through all this neat stuff I was feeling a little bit like I was walking through someone else’s house full of bitchin collectibles. I can’t explain it, but I get this vibe a lot when I’m hunting through flea markets and picking through antique stores. All these things came from someone else’s childhood or estate. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not going all Mikey from Goonies here. I’m not saying we should all thROW back the rich stuff from the bottom of the wishing well. It’s just a thing I struggle with from time to time. What cemented it for me was stumbling upon this next item, a toy that I have a very covetous history with, the Star Wars Return of the Jedi At-ST Scout Walker released by Kenner in 1983…

Now I had a lot of Star Wars stuff as a kid, a ton of the action figures and my fare share of vehicles including not one, but two At-At Walkers. But, as it goes, and like I mentioned in this post a couple weeks ago, it’s always the things that you don’t own that seem to be what’s coveted the most. In the case of the At-ST Walker, well, I never came across one in the store or at any of my friend’s houses. I saw my first and only AT-ST toy back in the summer of 1983. My family was picking up stakes from our home in Tampa, FL to move a couple hours due east to Orlando. I had just turned six and my folks decided to let me tag along on some trips out of town while they did some house-hunting. On one of these excursions we stopped at a house that still had a family living in it, and while we were taking a tour I spotted the above toy sitting on the bureau of some strange kid’s bedroom. Being six, the thought hadn’t occurred to me that the stuff in the house wasn’t part of the bargain. In fact, I spent the next three hours trying to convince my parents that out of all the houses we’d looked through to that point, this last one was obviously the one we should go with. I mean it was two stories, had hardwoo…screw it, it was because there was an AT-ST in one of the rooms that I really freaking wanted. After it was explained to me that buying a house didn’t quite work the way I’d hoped (and boy was I a tad relieved when they pointed out that if it had I’d be losing all MY STUFF), I was a little crushed. Hungry Howie’s Pizza later that night didn’t make it better. Getting to listen to my Michael Jackson Thriller tape on infinite repeat during the two hour trip back only helped a little. If I have to be honest I’ve always sort of had an AT-ST-sized hole in my heart over the years.

Seeing that piece up for auction, well it both reminded me that I still kinda sorta (read – desperately) want this toy and that even if I don’t get it, wanting it still feels pretty good in it’s own weird way. So that’s why if money were no object, I think I’d walk away from the auction with just this one treasure to fill that mechanical chicken-shaped hole in me…

So, check out the Hakes Auction, pick out your own weirdly shaped coveted item and fill in that hole that’ll make you feel a bit more, well, whole. When you’re done, check out these other League posts to see what they found…